Emily Wong

Having made peace with his newfound purpose, Shepard quickly found himself rather adept at the act of seducing strange women. It wasn't hard. He was handsome, famous and charismatic. Women practically fell into his arms. Take Emily Wong for example. The earnest reporter had reached out to him to for help with story about corruption on the Citadel. It hadn't taken much effort on his part to convince her what she needed to cap it off was an exclusive interview with Commander Shepard himself. She'd jumped at the chance, and now he was going to jump on her.

She was seated across from him in a small windowless room. A single camera drone floating gracefully above them as their only witness. She was slim, with distractedly large assets, the kind that men couldn't help but stare at; it was no wonder she was in front of the camera instead of behind it. Her sleek hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail leaving only a few dark lock to frame her oval face. From what he'd learned working with her, she wasn't just a pretty face either. "Soooo, Commander. Do you want it nice and easy or right between the eyes?"

"I like it rough, Miss Wong." Shepard said.

"My kind of guy." She laughed. Fake, he could tell. Her attraction was real, but she had her game face on. Flirting was just another weapon in her arsenal. "You ready?"

"Bring it on."

"What do you say to the rumors that you were involved with a xenophobic criminal organization, the so called, 10th Street Reds?"

"That is rough. The Reds are part of my past and I've made no effort to hide that. I had a difficult childhood, no parents, so I ran with the gangs instead. Though at the time they didn't have a political ideology." Shepard paused as if in deep thought. "It sounds egotistical, but I think the focus of my story should be on what I overcame, and how the Alliance helped me and thousands of other underprivileged children find success."

"So you're prepared to denounce the Reds?"

"Completely. I wouldn't join the Spectres if I didn't feel I could serve all members of the Citadel, not just my own species." Was that her angle? First human Spectre is a bigot?

"It's interesting that you specified Citadel races. Does that include the Turians?" She batted her eyelashes every so prettily. Every flutter screamed 'trap'.

"Of course. I've worked with Turians many times in the over my career. Many special operations are cross-species."

"So I've learned. I read your service jacket- the public parts, anyway. You're quite the hero, John. May I call you John?" Her voice was low and husky now. This was feeling less and less like an impromptu interview and more like an opportunity she'd been waiting to pounce on. "Tell me about you and the Batarians." She leaned forward as she asked, a delicious slice of decolletage yawned in front of his eyes.

Shepard kept himself loose, deliberately trying to stay neutral. She was trying to crack him, make him slip up. And she was close. Just how much did this girl know? "You're talking about the Blitz?"

Emily shook her head. "Tell me about Torfan."

His blood froze. "I wasn't aware those records were public."

"I did some digging." Her eyes searched his, her voice was just barely above a whisper, begging him to lean in to her, and he did. Their faces were just inches apart now. "Called in a favor or two."

"Cute."

"You should see me naked."

"Is that on the itinerary?"

"Depends on how much I like your answers." She dragged her eyes down to his cock, straining in his pants, then deliberately back up again as she sat back in her chair. Perfectly poised. Trap set, ready to spring. As if could resist.

"Ask." He dared her.

"The Hegemony named you the 'Butcher of Torfan'. Not the kind of epitaph they give to just anyone." Her stare was fierce, challenging. She thought she had him skewered. It was about to be the other way around, but first... "Witness statements allege you murdered combatants as they were surrendering. Of course the official reports say otherwise. What I want to know is do you deny these allegations?"

Shepard took a breath. She knew it all. To hell with it. Sometimes the only way to get out of a trap was to smash right through it. "It's all true. I did slaughter Batarians." Emily's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Right after they would give a false surrender.

"But-

He cut her off. "They'd kill decent Alliance Marines in suicide attacks. Set off IEDs in civilian areas. Use our own wounded as bait kill aid workers. After you've watched that kind of monstrosity, your rules of engagement change. You can't afford to show mercy to the merciless, because they won't see it as anything but weakness. Every Batarian I killed saved a half dozen lives of their future victims, including other Batarians."

Emily tilted her head in thought, temporarily driven back by his skillful deflection. She tried another avenue of attack. "You don't regret it?"

"I did the job and not a millimeter more. Sometimes being ruthless is a part of that job, that doesn't mean I revel in it. Can the Batarians say the same?"

"No one doubts the savage nature of Batarian Pirates, but some would say Alliance soldiers need to be better than that."

"Some would say."

"But not you?"

"I never claimed to be a good man, just a good soldier."

"Pithy."

"Yeah. But I'm handsome enough to pull off pithy." He gave her a cocky grin and was pleased to see her fighting off a blush, a real one this time. She was in his trap now. Poor girl had no idea. "You weren't kidding when you said you like it rough."

"Forgive me for treating you like some dumb jarhead?" She asked, standing up. He could tell he'd impressed her, beaten her at her own game unlike so many others. "It's not personal. This is-

"The job. And not a millimeter more."

Emily bit her lip. "For the record, I really do think you're a hero." She stuck out her hand and Shepard covered it in his own. "Thank you, for everything."

Shepard kept her hand, holding it not so hard she couldn't get away if she really wanted to, but just enough pressure to let her know he wasn't done with her yet. She cocked an eyebrow at him. He stepped deeper into her personal space.

"What if I wanted to ask you a question?"

"What like how I like my eggs in the morning?" She whispered, a hint of a smile on her face.

"Oh, Emily." He laughed. "I'm not cooking any eggs." Fertilizing some, on the other hand...

He leaned in and kissed her, swallowing her reply.

Emily let out a delightful squeal and melted into him. His hands traveled over her generous curves like a pirate hunting for booty. He squeezed and groped and took whatever he wanted from her, while his mouth laid siege to her own, his tongue lashing hers in a battle of dominance. When he pulled back, they were both flushed and gasping.

"Tell me you want this."

"I've been soaking through my panties since you walked through the door." She gave him a demure look through half lidded eyes while sliding the straps of her red dress off one shoulder. "Fuck me like you own me."

Shepard pounced on her, pushing her dress up over her hips, past the smooth moons of her bottom, seeking her wet cleft. She wasn't lying, he could feel her arousal leaking around her sheer black thong, lubricating her thighs as she squirmed at his touch. He tugged her panties to the side and plunged a finger deep into her tight little hole. His cock hardened even more as he listened to her gasps, felt her arms clutch his broad shoulders for support. She felt good wrapped around him.

Her sudden slap caught him off guard. He pulled back, his cheek still stinging, eyes incredulous as she smirked up at him. "I say fuck me like you own me. I'm not your girlfriend soldier, I'm your whore."

Shepard yanked her flimsy red dress down and watched her big braless tits bounce out. He leaned down to suckle at one, wondering idly how much they'd swell up in a few months; before shoving her back onto a nearby desk and spinning her around savoring Emily's cry of surprised glee. He dropped his pants and his thick cock surged out to land on her forehead, her shock written large across her (partially obscured) face.

"Open." He demanded.

"That- that might be a bit much-

Shepard pinched her nipple, then gave it a quick twist and savored her brief cry. "Open."

She had just barely parted her lips when he shoved forward and **** her wide around the thick head, before pushing deeper to bruise the back of her throat. He pulled back and the thrust deep again, a slow pace at first, giving her time to get used to the fact that her body belonged to him now. Not that she needed further encouragement, even as her cheeks bulged her hands had come around to grip his hips and hold him tight; her tongue lashing and twisting on his sensitive cockhead, as her lips sucked gently on the shaft. It was quite simply the best blowjob he had ever had. And he needed more.

Shepard sank his hands into the soft mounds of her beautiful full breasts. Like twin mountains capped with rosy pink nipples, pebbling under his touch. He teased one to stiffness with the gentlest of touches, before wetting his thumb and swirling it around the stiff nub. Her squirms of excitement telling Shepard he was on target. He slid his hands lower, tracing the smooth lines of her hips before diving back between Emily's legs. Her core was burning hot now, her juices puddling between her aching thighs. He teased the sensitive button of her hooded clit, as she arched in pleasure below him, her moans of joys muffled by his pressed nearly into her throat.

He needed a taste.

"Take a deep breath, Emily."

Shepard pressed himself deeper, his cock forcing its way down Emily's tight throat, forcing her to take him to the hilt. Then he dove between her thighs to attack her hot gash. He had little time, and not an ounce of mercy as he attacked her sex. The rough part of his tongue dragged against the sensitive lips of her labia, stroke after stroke dragging shudders of pleasure from her, but before she could even get used to his ****, he changed tactics, the tip of his tongue circling her clit with tiny butterfly kisses, then changed again, to plunge his entire tongue into her gushing wetness and swirl the quivering walls within. He repeated the pattern again and and again, sometimes adding a finger to rub a sensitive spot or plunge within her depths. Always changing, keeping her constantly on edge against the ecstasy he was inflicting on her body.

Emily began to spasm, from lack of breath or orgasm or both, he didn't know. Shepard gave one last longing lick, one kiss goodbye to her tasty clitoris and pulled back from her entirely, his cock reluctantly tugging out of her mouth with a wet pop.

"Oh my god, John." Emily gasped. "You know what you're doing that's for sure."

"We're not done yet." Shepard promised. He flicked on eye down to his raging erection. She smiled in return.

Moments later she was on her back and Shepard as Shepard aimed that deadly weapon of his at the lips of her womanhood. She was more than a little nervous about the fit, it was by far the largest cock she'd ever seen. "Ummmm. I hope there's room in me for all that."

Shepard gripped her thighs possessively, his eyes dark and full of male need. She read him in an instant. He wanted her, and he was going to take every inch of her, use her for his pleasure and whatever that entailed she was just going to have to take it like a good girl. This was the ruthless soldier she'd read about, the one that fascinated her. The kind of man who invaded. Who conquered. Who took. And now he was going to take her. Just the thought of it sent a thrum of pleasure through her body. Shepard's hands tightened and he pushed forward, the soft lips of her vagina pulling tight, then stretching painfully around the head of his massive weapon.

"Wait!" She gasped, her hands pushing at his chest.

But he didn't. He ignored her feeble defenses, pushing deeper into her softness and replacing it with his hardness. Every inch of her was stretched tight, and only her awful, slutty wetness kept her from tearing. She looked down and was shocked to see she still had half of him left to go. The twin flames of fear and arousal battled inside of Emily as she stared at the lips of her beautiful flower, now swollen and red, **** far beyond their limit to wrap around the this soldier's meaty cock. She grit her teeth and clenched her eyes shut as she felt Shepard press deeper.

Shepard leaned down and pried open her mouth with his own, invading her above as below, his tongue dancing with hers. She felt in some distant corner of her mind, his hands stroking her heavy, sensitive breasts, or sliding down to squeeze her hips, tracing every part of her. Owning her. And then, like stumbling upon an oasis in the desert, she felt his hips touch her own, his cock pressed dangerously against the mouth of her womb. It was at this moment she realized that neither one of them had discussed protection....

Before she could even give voice to those thoughts, Shepard began to pump her with gently, shallow strokes. It was incredible, as if she were fucking for the very first time. Had she thought that he was too big? His cock was perfect, stretching and pulling at her walls as he pulled back, only to push them aside when he pressed home. She took each thrust with unladylike grunts, moaning like whore as the pleasure began to ripple out from deep in her belly, before contracting in a powerful climax as she clenched around him.

Shepard rode her mercilessly, ignoring her spasms and seeking their mutual pleasure. How did he feel so good? His cock was like iron wrapped in velvet, his rough hands on her soft thighs, Emily felt another wave of pleasure rising inside her, she peered down at his cock pumping her senseless. His bare cock. The one that pressed against her fertile womb with every jolting thrust. She felt a thrill of ecstasy shoot through her as she realized just how risky this was. If they weren't careful she'd walk away from this night with more than just an exclusive. The thought made her cum again. Harder than before as she shamelessly imagined being **** to carry his baby.

"I'm not on birth control." Emily gasped.

Shepard paused for a moment. His dark eyes seemed to glow. "Turn around," he finally said.

"Did you-

He pulled Emily out of her flimsy red dress, grabbed her by the hips and spun her around; sent a stinging slap to her ass, then grabbed her hair and shoved himself back inside. If she thought he was possessive before, he was positively frenzied now. He spanked her ass red, kneaded her breasts and even bit her on the neck! She came again from this relentless ****, driving all thoughts of safe sex from her brain until he growled in her ear.

"I'm gonna give you something to remember me by."

"What?" Emily whispered. He didn't mean... He couldn't. Could he? In her mind's eye she saw her future, waddling around the presidium, body thickened by by pregnancy, her lover's baby kicking in her belly. A little piece of him. And her. She tightened around him at the thought. "Oh my God."

"You're gonna make me cum, Emily." He groaned, his cock swelling even larger inside of her, twitching with intent. Shepard was serious. He was going to own her all right. He was going to knock her up! She couldn't even form words, whether that would have been to stop him or to cheer him on, didn't matter. Shepard thrust deeply once, twice and then ground their hips together as he finally came. Emily felt the hot spurts of cum hit her walls again and again, flooding her depths in his seed.

"Cummmmming!" She screamed, as his orgasm trigger her own. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body as she clung to him and him to her. She shuddered under his crushing weight, drifting in a sea of ecstasy.

Shepard looked down at his latest conquest. Emily had been incredible. And from the way she twitched half **** stupor he was guessing she felt the same way. They both whimpered as he slowly withdrew, their reproductive organs almost painful sensitive after their mutual climax. He was pleased to see his thick cum slowly ooze from her stretched hole, and even more pleased to see his cock go soft for the first time in days.

As he dressed, Shepard looked up at the still floating drone, its red camera light indicating they had at least one unexpected witness. Well it had been a great show. He laid his jacket on her nearly comatose form and gave Emily a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"John?" She whispered, still half asleep.

"I gotta go."

She nodded in resigned understanding. It was the job, after all. Still, she gripped his hand for long moment. "Don't be a stranger."

"I won't." Shepard said. "Send me a copy of the tape."

Emily laughed weakly, her eyes darting up to her drone. "Deal." She gave his hand one final squeeze and then curled up into a ball to rest, tugging the jacket tighter to her chin.

As Shepard walked back to the Normandy, his mind idly wondered about his future. Girls like Emily Wong didn't grow on trees, after all. And there was a very real chance they had just made a child. Having spent his formative years on the streets, never loving, never trusting anyone, he longed for stability, for a family to call his own. Images of a quiet home with a loving wife, and a pack of tiny children danced through his mind. Flashes of a life he never expected to live long enough to have. Tire swings and scrapped knees, family road trips and PTA meetings, the kind of boring shlock that most people skimmed through on autopilot, but to Shepard, it was beautiful.

He held the dream for a full minute as he walked, but with each step he felt the heavy weight of reality crush it more and more. The mission was here. It was real and the stakes were literally the extinction of the human race. Beside all that, his hopes and desires were nothing, just dreams of men who led safer lives. He stopped at the Normandy's airlock to look back one last time, imagining Emily curled up beneath his coat, that simple piece of cloth the only comfort and stability he could offer a woman who might be raising his child in the years to come. He wanted to go back to her. He wanted to say, 'let the galaxy burn', but he didn't. He got on the ship and he did the job.

And not a millimeter more.